Thirty Times This Week and She Still Wants My Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every inch of her body is in your face, her blonde hair bobbing as she moves. Her pierced nipples are hard, and her full lips wrap around you like a glove. She's completely naked except for a tiny necklace, and she's focused on one thing.

Her hands rest on her thighs, and sometimes she looks right at you. She moves slowly, taking you deep, and you can feel every bit of her mouth. You're getting hard fast, and your hand is moving on its own. You're trying to hold back, but she's making it impossible. Your breathing is getting faster, and you know you won't last much longer.

You're right on the edge, and she knows it. She's moving faster now, her tongue swirling around you. You can hear every sound she makes, every moan and every breath. Your pulse is racing, and your heart is pounding in your chest. You're so close, but she's not letting up. She's taking you all the way, and you can't do anything but let her.